I See You, Poppy Parent {Recognizing Giftedness in Others}
Excuse me? Hi. I'm sorry to bother you, but I had to tell you something. I see you. I see your son, too. I see him, sprawled on the pavement, reading The Hobbit, completely engrossed and unaware of what is going on around him. I bet if you called his name right now he wouldn’t hear you. He’s… what…. four or five years old? I know you hate that question because you think you know what I’m thinking right now. You fear I'm judging you. But here’s the thing: I see you, and I see him. I believe you when you say you